Eazy True Soulja - YinYang (feat. Lost Angel) Lyrics

You can't name a Florida nigga who out trappin' us
Took a lil' break, off the spendin' I been stackin' up
Mr. Count it up, feel like a bank teller All this money i done touched
I been scrapin' it, out the pot for a minute now
Bust the AP and the prezi, down I'm goin' plain now
Make a hoe sign a NDA, I got a name now Button on this Glock, I'm ready to go Hussein now
Only switchin' lanes when I'm in a fast car stay loyal, I might cash out on you a Audemars
Nigga, I'm having' real motion like a wide receiver
Know I'm super quick to set it off, Queen Latifah
Got A's in every class, I was servin' all my teachers
On the block shootin' dice for hours in my white beater
I got five dollar deals goin', nigga, lil' Caesar's
She say she don't f*ck with rich niggas, cause we all cheaters
On my paid in full shit, I got more stripes than Adidas
Ocean Drive, just me and my chopper in this two-seater
In the middle of the summer, nigga, icy like a freezer
Told that bitch, shake that ass on me like she caught a seizure
I can turn you to a millionaire, you follow my procedure
Spendin' hundreds out the stack, baby, we don't swipe Visa
I'm a red-nosed dog, baby, not a German shepherd
I'm a plug in your nigga, just a Santa Claus helper
Hit rodeo blow, and it's all hundreds Niggas movin' shifty, hit with 60, and they all stomachs
Niggas dead over deals, can't call for nothin
Bitches scream my name, but I let my dirty f*ck
Party out the club, cause I got my 30 tucked
Mary Jane stuffed in my wood, baby, that's my pick me up
I know niggas that I love, be the ones to send me up
If you cross me once, it ain't no second chance, you outta luck
Psst, psst, psst, psst, ridin' in that black Caddy
Bitch said, remember me? I don't know my hoe, probably
Opps gave the lo, probably, I just f*ck' and go shorty
You can't offer me no plate, cause I don't eat from nobody
Every time I step and make a move, I got my head up
Know they waitin' to see me fail, so the lies can add up
Damn these niggas be so sissy, know these hoes fed up
Ten up better, baby, I can't hit the stage, uh-uh
New Mercedes-Benz, Cardi-Lens, tell me what you want
I go spin again and spin again, don't tell me that it's smoke
Niggas left me cold, so I went ten on my coat
Bling-blaow, bust down, I went 20 on my hoe
I went Christian with the lube, the city hate different
Womp, I ain't hearing shit if it, ain't got no pape in it
30 days, 30 nights, hit the road driftin
Ain't no love, so I fell back in the Hellcat
Bitches show me love, I'm givin' hugs, where the hoes at
Hit my knees, Lord, please, gotta bring my bones back
Don't be broadcasting that you broke, get your hoe snatched
Got some black shit, and it sound like some Whitney shit